So you never knew loveUntil you crossed the line of grace.And you never felt wantedTill you'd someone slap your face.So you never felt aliveUntil you'd almost wasted away.You had to win, you couldn't just passThe smartest ass at the top of the classYour flying colours, your family treeAnd all your lessons in history.Please, please, pleaseGet up off your knees.Please, please, please, pleaseLeave it out.And you never knew how low you'd stoopTo make that callAnd you never knew what was on the groundTill they made you crawl.So you never knew that the heavenYou keep you stole.Your Catholic blues, your convent shoes,Your stick-on tattoos now they're making the newsYour holy war, your northern starYour sermon on the mount from the boot of your car.Please, please, pleaseGet up off your knees.Please, please, pleaseLeave me out of this, please.So love is hardAnd love is toughBut love is notWhat you're thinking of.September, streets capsizingSpilling over down the drainsShard of glass, splinters like rainBut you could only feel your own pain.October, talk getting nowhere.November, December; rememberWe just started again.Please, please, pleaseGet up off your knees, yeah.Please, please, please, please, ah.So love is bigIs bigger than us.But love is notWhat you're thinking of.It's what lovers dealIt's what lovers stealYou know I've found itHard to receive'Cause you, my loveI could never believe.
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So you never knew love
Until you crossed the line of grace.
And you never felt wanted
Till you'd someone slap your face.
So you never felt alive
Until you'd almost wasted away.
You had to win, you couldn't just pass
The smartest ass at the top of the class
Your flying colours, your family tree
And all your lessons in history.
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees.
Please, please, please, please
Leave it out.
And you never knew how low you'd stoop
To make that call
And you never knew what was on the ground
Till they made you crawl.
So you never knew that the heaven
You keep you stole.
Your Catholic blues, your convent shoes,
Your stick-on tattoos now they're making the news
Your holy war, your northern star
Your sermon on the mount from the boot of your car.
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees.
Please, please, please
Leave me out of this, please.
So love is hard
And love is tough
But love is not
What you're thinking of.
September, streets capsizing
Spilling over down the drains
Shard of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain.
October, talk getting nowhere.
November, December; remember
We just started again.
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees, yeah.
Please, please, please, please, ah.
So love is big
Is bigger than us.
But love is not
What you're thinking of.
It's what lovers deal
It's what lovers steal
You know I've found it
Hard to receive
'Cause you, my love
I could never believe.
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